In San Francisco
A first day of Microsoft SMS training in San Francisco. Into the office before 7:00, do some stuff, get on BART, fifteen minutes later get off BART and find a hole in the wall cafe for breakfast and the paper. Have breakfast. Read the paper. So far so good. Interesting to be working in Oakland, to walk out of the building and be in downtown San Francisco in fifteen minutes. I've said this before, but still, interesting. One hopes someone doesn't blow up the train in the tunnel. One hopes one is not on the train should it blow up in the tunnel. Well, nothing to dwell on. The thought occurs, but just briefly as the sunlight disappears and the tunnel lights whip by, one after another.
SMS, by the way, stands for Systems Management Server. No, you don't need to know any more. I don't need to know any more, but I seem to be taking a class about it through the rest of this week. No complaints, but I live in a small city fifteen minutes from downtown San Francisco (at the end of the rainbow) and I'm taking a class on managing an SMS server which, in a certain light, is very fucking weird. Or is this thought like the thought about getting blown up in a tunnel, both of them weird or just one of them weird? And if so, which one?
Otherwise a good day. I brought along the digital and shot some not very good pictures. A short walk during lunch, a couple of shots that turned out badly, but the mind went through its paces thinking, well, you should have done this or you should have done that. I have four more days to go, plenty of time to get my act together and shoot something better. My hole in the wall Chinese cafe (I like hole in the wall cafe's, by the way, although I suspect "cafe" isn't quite the right terminology.) was filled with whomever it is who frequents cheap city cafes. I sat at a table next to two San Francisco policemen eating almond chicken. Hmmm. Almond chicken over rice for breakfast. I'll try it tomorrow. Good for the cameras, by the way, the presence of policemen, what with the number of heavily armed rip off artists who hang in hole in the wall downtown cafes these days in San Francisco.